In Chicago O’Hare International Airport, Ryan tried to attract my attention to a question of logistics. I could not answer, I was entranced by a pink box passing near me.
“Look, it’s a box of home!” I said.
“That girl had a Voodoo Doughnut box!”
“Why didn’t you knock her down so I could take them?” Ryan said.
“You’re way bigger than me, why shouldn’t you knock people down in this scenario?”
“So I can have the donuts!”